2000 | San Diego
…is what I am grateful for today – a slow but steady awakening.
Some years ago, a friend gave me a bushel of rocks from his gravel bar along a fine river in Oregon. I piled them into my car, and when I finally got to San Diego, the heavier ones had jostled this one into two pieces. I was disappointed for a short time, but I went to work bulding a planter, set a fine little gingko in place, and then put the fractured rock where it might do some good.
It was my astute friend Rick who suggested that it might have a greater value un-unified.